Like virtually every young man growing up, I was a raging mass of hormones during my late teenage years. As a result of my upbringing and the heavy-handed morality of church and society, I was likewise conflicted. This was the sixties. Ozzie and Harriet slept in separate beds on their family TV show, and their sons Ricky and Eddie were pillars of wholesomeness, unlike anyone I knew. But at the same time, sexual boundaries...

When Wednesday arrived, Amanda rummaged through her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had said to dress "youthful," but what exactly did that mean? The idea of dressing how he wanted made her pussy tingle. After much deliberation, she settled on a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them, a matching bra, and a light pink Houndstooth ruffle dress she hadn’t worn in years and was surprise...

Maggie arrived home just a little after ten thirty, the earliest since I had been babysitting. She went through her usual checks before returning to the lounge. I was still sitting on the sofa when she spoke. “You said you don’t have a girlfriend?” “No.” I went to say more, but Maggie raised one hand. “And your sister has not told you anything about me?” “No.” I left it at that. “Can you keep a secret as well as your sist...

I stepped back slightly and Lillian took my hand. “Ruth tells me great things about you. I will help refine your knowledge and techniques. Are you happy to proceed?” I detected a slight northern Irish accent. I looked at Ruth, she signified agreement with a nod. I looked Lillian in the eye. “Yes. What do we do?” “I have a place in Leeson Street for a week, as you can probably tell from my accent, I’m not from Dublin.” “I...

I heard a faint whimper as I entered my bedroom and instantly froze to peek through the gap in the bed sheets that divided my room in half. I could see my cousin Carry with her pants around her ankles, humping the corner of the mattress. I watched as her ass cheeks quivered as she reached orgasm. The floorboard creaked beneath my foot as I leaned in closer for a better look. The noise thwarted my effort at voyeurism. I en...

I drove four hours to get to the Bar X ranch. Bonnie was a fifty-five-year-old widow that owned the ranch. She hired me to remodel her kitchen. It was a two-week job and she would put me up in the bunkhouse with her ranch hands. The ranch raised cattle and bred racehorses. The ranch was famous as twenty years ago they bred a horse that won two of the legs of the Triple Crown. Bonnie was a beautiful redhead with large stor...

Danielle was smiling at me and standing quite close. While I was trying to think of a witty comment, or any comment to be honest, to keep the conversation going, James came towards us. “Are you OK, Peter? You look a bit quiet.” He sounded concerned. I realised I was acting oddly and got to my feet; my legs felt wobbly. James put a hand on my shoulder and said I would soon get used to it. I walked slowly over to Tim and Ar...

Stepping off the bus, Mia noticed that the students who had arrived before her were all crowded around the pedestal of their school mascot. It is a colossal bronze statue of a hellhound on a block of black granite. She strolled closer and peered around all the people before her to discover their Hellhound missing. There were muddy tire tracks in the grass, making it clear somebody had hauled the statue away. The crowd spe...

Brad had always enjoyed taking nature walks. He found solace in nature and his walks took his mind off the problems that seemed inevitable in life, especially now that he was seventy. He even enjoyed walking in solitude—although recently, he found himself wanting a little less of that at home. But the truth was, Brad, enjoyed walking on this public path along the bubbling forest stream more than ever. Now that he was alon...

The last few days have been a real adventure, taking our family into uncharted territory, especially when my sixteen-year-old daughter told me that she wanted me to take her cherry, which wasn't what I was expecting. "Kate, honey. Wake up," "Nooooo, it's too early," Kate whined as she rolled away from us. Kim bent down close to her mother's ear and whispered. "Dad's going to pop my cherry. Do you want to watch?" "What? Um...

I arrived at the Fred Wood Funeral Home right before eleven in the morning. Eric Clapton’s “Tears of Heaven” was playing over the speakers. I could overhear an older woman in the row in front of me whisper, “I’m sick of hearing this song at memorial services,” to the gentleman sitting to her left. I couldn’t disagree with her. Out of the last ten funerals I attended, at least seven of them featured this song. For a brief...